He is my soldier. She is my Indian.

He is my soldier. She is my Indian.

Chapter 1- Jackson. (third person)

An 18 year old boy stands in line At attention. His face stern and ready to take orders. His clothes were pressed and clean.

His navy blue shirt tucked into his pressed brown pants. His dark brown hair that was cut short into the normal style for the year 1621. His deep chocolate eyes left every girl in Jamestown swooning.

Tension between the colonists and the native Americans was increasing. He stood among hundreds of young men ready to serve his people to the death.

None of the men dressed the same because they were unable to have uniforms. However, they all knew that it was necessary to look somewhat uniform. For this reason they each wore brown pressed pants and navy blue shirts tucked in. It was an understood rule even though it wasn't officially written among the rule book.

"ATTENTION!"

Jackson could clearly hear the loud voice of his commanding officer over the sounds of tears and screams from family members.

All women stood at the wall that was separating them from their brothers, fathers, lovers, and friends.

Men joined to serve their country for different reasons. One may be that they had no one home to care about. By serving together they all knew they would become a family.

Another may be that he came from a family that had no way of supporting a child through school. Most did good to just get food in their stomachs.

Jamestown was relatively new. With only about 21 years with a name times were difficult and food lacking. There was a man said to eat his wife until there was nothing left but her head.

None of these applied to Jackson. He had a large family. A mother, father, and three younger sisters. His family was very wealthy and anything they desired was in reach. It was rare during that time for anyone to have money.

That was one of Jackson's reasons for leaving his family behind. They earned their fortune then decided to stay among the rich. There were shady deals done under the table that Jackson attempted to know nothing about. His family was completely against sharing their wealth. People starved in the streets while they lived life to the fullest. Any new dress or shoes that Lidia or Mary wanted was theirs.

Jackson was looking for fulfillment. He often sat upon his horse in the lonely woods pondering upon where his life would lead him. He would marry the town beauty Julia. He would become a farmer like his father and perform deals under the table to keep food on his family's table, but the idea never appealed to him.

Any man would jump at the opportunity to marry the lovely Julia. Her skin white and fair like a porcelain doll. Her blonde hair always hung in loose ringlets and blue eyes were like clear blue pools which a many men had gotten lost in.

She was well breed and never outspoken. She rarely wore a corset for she was already so small waisted. Her hoop skirt was always the nicest and most admired among the woman, but he could never bring himself to love her.

Neither of them wanted to be wed, but it was not a lady's place to choose and whenever Jackson confronted his father he would simply say, "Jackson. You two are a well match. You will be very successful with her as your wife."

Thus brought Jackson. He knew not of the hardships he would face or that his shoes would not always be polished and his clothes rarely clean and pressed. He knew not of the longing for a letter that never comes or the sadness of watching his best friend die at the hand of his enemy. He knew nothing of war.